“Let go!” They exclaimed.

“Never!” I cried.

“LET GO!”

“NEVAHH!”

“LET IT GO!”

I felt my hands slipping. “I can’t hold onto it anymore!”

“Then let go!” Jordan exclaimed.

“But I don’t want to go back to school!”

With winter break over, it means only one thing. School is back. Only, I don’t want to go back to school. I know it’s surprising for a nerd, but that doesn’t mean I’m not human (Yeah, we heard this before) All humans don’t like school. The only reason you go to school is to see your friends –now that I do, I don’t know about any other reasons.

At first, I was okay with going to school, given I’m all dressed up. It was when the guys arrived in the car did I have second thoughts. Obviously remembering what happened at New Years and the bullying at school waiting for me. I’m just glad my parents didn’t see as the guys dragged me into the car like kidnappers. It’d be bad to charge my only friends for kidnapping by my parents.

When we got to school, they still tried to drag me up the front steps and into the school. It wasn’t until now did I find the chance to grab onto the school doors. They could easily yank me out of the grip, but they didn’t want me to get hurt in the process. So they’re sticking with ordering me to let go or all of us falling over each other like Dominoes in a tug of war.

“No one does!” Jordan said with his hands still on my backpack.

Declan tugged on Jordan’s backpack. “But if we’re going, you’re going too.”

“How about this?” Bennett offered, doing his best not to let go of Declan’s backpack, “We’ll get pizza later if we survive today.”

“If?” I repeated.

“Yes, if.”

I paused to think about it. “Okay.” Then I let go of the door.

Which was a mistake.

Just like I thought we would, we fell down like dominoes or we lost in tug of war. I fell on Jordan, Jordan fell on Declan, and Declan fell on Bennett. We were left as a groaning mess, a few early kids of school passed by at the scene.

I rolled off my side and got back on my feet. Bennett shimmied his way from the bottom of the mountain and I helped him get up. The other two though had a little trouble.

Declan growled and tried push Jordan away. “Get your ass out of my face.”

“Well, get your face out of my ass,” Jordan snapped, doing his best to get up, but gravity isn’t being a good friend.

“If you don’t get your ass out of my face right now, you’re going to have to ask me to get my foot out of your ass.”

“Alrighty then,” Jordan said. “The ass is getting out of the face.”

“Is it just me,” I asked, “or did that whole conversation remind me when Will Smith shoved a guy’s head into another guy’s ass in Hancock.”

We all cringed at the memory.

“Yeah, I thought so too,” I muttered.

Jordan smiled. “C’mon you guys, let’s just get through the day.” With that, he started to walk down the hall.

“I don’t know why you of all people are so happy to get back to school,” I told him. “Especially with all of that winter break homework we had in biology.”

Jordan stopped. “What?”

“Mr. Ford gave us homework over the break. You have the most because of that stunt you did in finals when you took off your shirt.”

“You took off your shirt?” Bennett and Declan asked in confusion.

I ignored them. “It was on both the board at the last day of school and on the school’s website.”

“I-I,” Jordan looked dumbfounded, which amazingly doesn’t happen a lot. He looked at the others. “What about you?”

“I didn’t have any homework,” Bennett told him.

Declan shrugged. “I did all of mine.”

We all looked at him.

I asked tentatively, “Did you have any trouble with-”

“Why does everyone think I’m bad at school?” Declan exclaimed in exasperation.

I turned to Jordan. “I don’t know how you’ll finish the homework in time especially with our schedule changes.”

“Oh right, we had schedule changes,” Declan recalled.

We’re able to change our schedule for second semester if we didn’t like our schedule for the first.

“I’ll let you copy,” I offered, “But you have more homework which I didn’t get.”

In the end, there were aftereffects for trying to cheat.

I pat him on the back. “Don’t worry. We’ll work something out-”

“Let go!” We exclaimed.

“Never!” Jordan cried.

Now it was Jordan who didn’t want to go back to school. He ran towards the exit, barely a few feet to freedom until we all grabbed him by the backpack. Now he was in the same position as I was just a few minutes ago, holding onto the door for dear life.

“LET GO!”

“I’ll never let go, Jack! I promise!” Jordan exclaimed, quoting Titanic.

We all rolled our eyes. “Fine.”

So instead, we let go. Jordan crashed onto the floor, groaning but reluctantly got back up.

“Hey, let’s compare our schedules,” Bennett offered.

“Which I cleverly came up with,” Jordan piped up after a speedy recovery from his crash.

When you request a schedule change, the counselor is the one who recreates it for you. Sometimes you’ll like the new change, and sometimes you’d rather have the old one. Obviously we wanted classes of our own choosing, as well as having some classes together now that we’re all friends. Our previous schedule didn’t match as well, given I only had Declan for P.E and Jordan for biology. So what Jordan did was change the schedules himself and the school was none the wiser.

“Okay, let me see…” I said as I took out my small slip of paper with my schedule I got from the mail. “I transferred to some AP classes and into other electives. I have AP literature, pre-calculus, AP biology-“

Jordan sniffled. “We don’t have the same class together.”

“I know Jordan. We have the same class, but different period. We’ll get through it though,” I said before continuing. “Then I have service before lunch, art, P.E and then study hall.”

“My turn now,” Jordan said brightly as he read his schedule. “I got pre-calculus first. Yup, there’s nothing but some good ol’ math to wake you up in the morning. Then I have AP bio, literature, P.E, art-” he smiled at that “-computers, and lastly study hall.”

“Okay, here’s what I have,” Declan said as he looked down at his schedule. “I got AP bio, see, I told you guys I don’t need help in school. Then there’s pre-calculus, literature, music theory-” he tried to mumble his last class, probably by embarrassment “-history, P.E and then study hall.”

“Then there’s my schedule,” Bennett said before he read out his schedule. “I got pre-calculus, AP literature, AP bio, economics, history, computers and then study hall.”

“So let me get this straight,” I said. “I have second period pre-calculus with Declan, third period AP bio with Bennett, fifth period art with Jordan, and then sixth period P.E with Declan.”

“Yup,” Jordan said. “I’m stuck with Bennett for first period pre-calculus. That means I know a guy to cheat with.”

Bennett just sighed at that.

“And computers with Bennett,” Jordan finished. “I changed French to computers, no way I’m keeping French.”

“I have history with you Declan,” Bennett told him.

“I don’t mind that, but-” He paused and looked at Jordan. “When do you have literature again Jordan?”

“Third period,” he replied.

“Why do I have third period literature with you?” He demanded.

“Hey, do I look like I want to have a class with you? It was the only way though. I don’t know how these counselors do it when making kids a schedule. Just live with it okay?”

“How come Declan and I have history class, but you and Naomi don’t?” Bennett asked him.

“We have art, so we need to knock off a class. History isn’t really necessary after junior year.”

Bennett repeated himself. “How come Declan and I-“

“Not my problem, I am no counselor!” Jordan exclaimed. “Do you know how long I stared at your stupid schedules to finally make it like that? And c’mon, who wants history? It’s boring and all in the past. The people back then are just lucky they lived in the past because they didn’t have any history to begin with.”

I coughed. “I seriously doubt that because-“

“Naomi, shh,” he told me. “In seventh period, we all have study hall together, so you’re welcome.”

“Thank you Jordan,” I told him.

I looked at the other two who stared at him blankly and pressed, “Thank you Jordan.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Bennett muttered.

“T-thanks,” Declan forced out.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Jordan waved off.

So let me clear this out. Jordan and Bennett have first period pre-cal together. Declan and I have second period pre-cal together. Jordan and Declan have third period literature together, while Bennett and I have AP biology together. At fifth period, Jordan and I have art, as Bennett and Declan have history together. At sixth, I have P.E with Declan as Jordan and Bennett have computers together. Then last, we all have study hall together at seventh period.

Yeah, totally not confusing.

“Hey, how’s Andre by the way?” Declan asked Jordan.

After countdown and we awkwardly dispersed from our group hug, we did our best to help out Andre the rest of the night. We managed to kick out every last uninvited kid out of the party, though we didn’t need any help. With countdown being over, no one really had a purpose to be in the party anymore, so everyone quickly left. The four of us wanted to help Andre further by cleaning up his house from the party. Andre didn’t want though, he let us leave after helping him out so much, leaving him to mourn over his short life before his parents end it.

“He told me that he tried to hire a cleaning crew, but his parents came back sooner than he expected. So let’s just say he won’t be hosting any parties anytime soon.”

“Poor Andre…” I muttered.

“Nah, he’ll be alright, this isn’t the first time this happened to him,” Jordan assured me. “And besides, poor Andre? What about poor me?”

“What about poor you?” Declan asked.

“No one posted that video of that catfight from last night!” He said in exasperation. “Those greedy jerks are keeping it for themselves.”

The other two gave him comforting pats on the back. I on the other hand couldn’t stop myself as I rolled my eyes at that.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Jordan accused me.

I held back another eye roll. “No, I was exercising them.”

“Are you being sarcastic with me?”

“No, I’m being serious.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“Okay, I had enough of this. To the three questions you asked me? The answer to all of them is yes.”

Jordan looked at the others. “She lied to me.”

“We all do it sooner or later,” Bennett told him.

As Jordan thought over how many possible times we lied to him, we started walking to our lockers. We were able to request for a set of four lockers in the same row. We were joking around, lying to Jordan of the times we lied to him, making him more and more mad at us.

When we got to our lockers, I took out my binder from my backpack. I wrote down my locker combination in it, knowing I would forget it over the break. I wished I could just take out the paper from my binder, but the paper was so deep inside the folder, I needed to file through it to find it.

“You know, I can always open it for you,” Jordan offered with a grin as he leaned against the locker next to mine.

I snorted. “Yeah, like you know my combination,” I doubted.

“Who says I need your combination?”

I glared at him. “You did not.”

“Who said I didn’t?”

I looked at the others. “He’s lying, right?”

“Who says I am?”

“He’s trying to get back at you for messing with him,” Bennett assured me.

Jordan shot Bennett a glare, making me laugh. I was about to playfully punch him on the shoulder when I suddenly stopped. I felt a cold shiver down my spine. The guys must have felt it to, because they shuddered as well.

I shook my head. “Did you guys feel that?” I asked them.

“Yeah, I did too,” Declan said in agreement.

“I got a bad feeling about this,” Bennett muttered.

Jordan perked up, looking around suspiciously. “I feel a disturbance in the force.”

“You both just quoted Star Wars,” I told Bennett and Jordan.

“What’s that?” Bennett asked.

Jordan and I shot him a look then began to give him a Darth Vader death grip which for some reason had no effect on him.

Bennett shook his head. “Hey, I was just kidding. Besides, what I said is also from Indiana Jones.”

“Who is also Han Solo,” Declan said matter-of-factly.

“Good job, Declan,” Jordan said, like he was a teacher congratulating a student for knowing his nine times tables.

“Hey, you guys?” Bennett asked. “Do you think that “disturbance” in this so called “force” is because Naomi isn’t being bullied anymore?”

“What do you mean by this “so called” force?” Jordan asked. “It’s the for-“

“What did you just say?” I asked Bennett.

“He said “this so called force”,” Jordan told me. “I mean, c’mon, who actually calls it that? How dare you call it like that. The force is-“

“Jordan, stop it,” Declan growled at him.

“Haven’t you notice it yourself?” Bennett asked me. “This has happened before already.”

He was right, it has happened before, but that was because of the website, the Nerdy Naomi website. It was because of the website and its single post putting out the thought of me being popular that stopped my bullying. The moment the website was taken down –thanks to Jordan’s hacking skills- I was bullied once again.

“It can’t be because of the website,” Jordan said. “I took it down and gave it to Naomi.”

“Why would you want the website?” Declan asked me.

“Just… reasons,” I said distractedly. “But that isn’t important right now. How can I be-” I stopped myself.

“What? What is it?” Bennett asked.

I scoffed and shook my head. “It can’t... It can’t be that easy. It can’t be because of that.”

“Because of what?” Declan pressed.

That’s when I told them, what happened when I gave Raymond an ice- a frozen bag of peas. I don’t mean how I almost got him to admit that he got a nose job, but the conversation following that.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jordan said, stopping me. “So you gave him a bag of peas?” He asked in disbelief, chuckling.

Declan punched him on the shoulder. “Stop. Be serious for once.”

Jordan’s shoulders sagged. “Sorry, I was trying to ease the tension.”

“You stopped Raymond just as he was about to tell you why he bullied you,” Bennett told me. “Why did you stop him?”

“It’s because it doesn’t matter.”

Declan blinked. “Are you telling me that the reason why you’re bullied doesn’t matter?”

“No, I don’t mean it like that,” I told him. “It’s just… the reason doesn’t matter.”

“What do you mean?” Bennett asked. “The reason matters. The reason matters because it’s what caused your bullying.”

“So the reason I was bullied is because I’m ugly, because I’m stupid, because I’m different?” I asked in disbelief. “Is that the reason why I’m bullied? Is that the reason I want to live with that caused me to be bullied for so long?” They didn’t say anything. “I want to ask you guys, why were you bullied? What was the oh-so important reason that you were bullied?”

Jordan opened his mouth to answer, but stopped.

Declan looked away, avoiding eye contact.

Bennett didn’t say anything, didn’t need to.

“Now that’s the reason,” I told them. “You know why you’re bullied, and you don’t agree with it, because of course it’s stupid. But even though you don’t agree with it, it still impacts you to this day. I rather never know the reason I was bullied instead of know why and have to live with it. I’m, no, we’re already living with the weight of the bullying itself. Why would you want to know the reason why you’re bullied too? Especially when it’s something you can’t change, and you’re left with the insecurity to know it’s your fault.

“But it isn’t your fault,” Jordan said. “You can’t blame yourself on why you’re bullied, especially when you can’t change it.”

“That didn’t stop me,” I said, a bit quiet now. “I would blame myself. Every imperfection I had, been, and am, I blamed for my bullying.” I shook my head. “I’m just glad I know better now.”

“But you still have the right to know,” Declan told me.

“I do,” I said before letting out a sigh. “But no reason will ever explain why I was bullied to this extreme. Whether it was Raymond’s fault or something about me… I can go on without knowing why. If I knew why, it’ll be that anchor, that dead weight that’ll drag me down for years. I’ve already went through bullying for this many years, and I already have to live with the aftereffects because of it, I don’t need the reason of it to add onto the weight too.”

 “It’s alright Naomi,” Bennett told me, with a small smile. “We get it.”

I smiled. “I’m glad, because that would’ve been some waste of a speech.” That made them all chuckle. “Do you really thing that my bullying stopped… again?”

“Why? Wouldn’t you want it to?” Declan asked.

“I’m not saying I don’t want it to happen,” I said. “It’s just that I seriously doubt that it can be stopped by one single person.”

“Well I wouldn’t call Raymond a person,” Jordan said.

“True,” I said. “But even if, that still won’t explain it. Bullying can’t just stop so easily.”

“It already happened once,” Bennett told me.

He was right about that. “Let me test that theory again.”

Walking down the hall were David and Marco. They’re in the same P.E class and Declan and I, and were the ones I tested my theory first if I was really bullied. Just as they almost passed by us, I stepped onto their path and bumped into them.

Okay honestly, I was expecting apologies, blaming themselves, and offers of food. Instead, they both glared at me in annoyance.

“What where you’re going Nerds,” David growled.

I feigned to cower in fear. “Please don’t hurt me.”

Marco rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time to do that.”

“And I’m too lazy anyway,” David muttered.

I blinked. “So you don’t want to hurt me?”

“Are you some kind of masochist?” David asked in disbelief.

Before I could interject I’m obviously not, Marco cut in.

“Look, we’d love to beat you up,” Marco assured me. “But maybe some other time, like a rain check.”

“Uh… okay,” I said awkwardly in confusion.

The two of them moved to either side of me to get past me, and then continue walking down the hall. They didn’t get far though because the guys were in their path this time.

“We’re not through with you just yet,” Bennett told them.

David held his hands up in defense. “Hey, we didn’t hurt her, we swear.”

“Is that why you didn’t bully her, or well, at least as much as you used to do, because you’re scared of us?” Declan asked.

“Well yes and no,” Marco said.

“Then why?” Jordan asked.

Marco shrugged. “I don’t want to spend every waking minute of my life to just bully Nerds over there. I mean c’mon, I have a life.”

“Wait… you do?” Jordan asked in disbelief.

“Why are you suddenly realizing this?” Bennett asked him, asking the right question, though both were right questions.

“A bunch of us were hanging out over winter break, after New Years,” David explained. “We were all planning out some last semester pranks to pull on Naomi before we graduate. But Raymond… he wasn’t really into the conversation like he usually is.”

“So it was him!” I said in realization. “Ooh, I should have talked to him sooner.”

David ignored me. “It was weird, really. He asked us if we had anything better to do than revolve around the nerd’s life. That it was like she is the popular one, which of course we didn’t want. Then we really started to think about it and yeah… he was right.”

“I’m not saying I’m not going to stop bull-” Marco caught himself when he saw the guys glaring at him “-I just mean, I don’t really care anymore. Now can I go now? First period is going to start soon.”

There wasn’t really anything else to hold them custody for interrogation, so they let them go.

“So they finally grew a common sense,” Bennett muttered.

I shook my head. “I still can’t believe-“

“It’s not butter?” Jordan finished.

We all looked at him.

“What?” He asked innocently. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to use that? I’ve been waiting for one of you guys to say it for so long now.”

“I still can’t believe it,” I said, looking at Jordan as I said the last word.

“Do you want me to interrogate that sophomore kid again?” Declan asked me. “It was fun the first time. Oh look, I see him now.”

We all turned at the direction to see the same sophomore kid that spilled the existence of the Nerdy Naomi website. He froze in place and took off at the other direction. As he was doing that, he nearly rammed into a guy, who stepped aside to avoid him. We all watched at the sophomore ran away like there was no tomorrow.

Declan stifled a chuckle. “It’s still funny how they run away like that.”

“Not as funny as in why they run away,” Jordan said.

Declan looked at him. “What’s so funny about my superhuman strength?”

“It’s not that, I mean your face.”

At the two argued back and forth on whose face is more funny-looking, Bennett tapped my shoulder.

“Hey Naomi?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you know that guy over there?” He asked as he motioned his head, trying not to act obvious.

I glance at the direction he was referring to and saw the same guy that sophomore almost ran into.

“No,” I said, looking back at him. “Why are you asking me that?”

Bennett frowned and glanced at the guy like I did. “I think he’s looking at you.”

“Probably another guy finding the chance to bully me,” I waved off, wanting to see who’s winning at the funniest-looking face argument between Declan and Jordan.

Sadly, the two had stopped their argument, now interested in our own conversation.

“Who’s looking at you?” Declan demanded, looking around the hall. “I’ll beat him up if you don’t like it.”

“No,” I assured him, “It’s alri-”

“Is it that guy over there?” Jordan asked before turning to towards the guy, “Hey you! Stop staring at her, it’s creepy!”

“Jordan!” I exclaimed, hitting him on the shoulder.

“Don’t act like you didn’t want to do the same thing,” he said. “And besides, he’s leav-“

“Actually, he’s walking towards here,” Bennett informed him.

You contain to give the guy some credit for being able to do this especially after Jordan embarrassed him like that. Like Bennett said, he was walking towards us. I didn’t really know why the guy was staring at us, he was probably really staring at the other guys, or us as a whole group. We were pretty loud in the first place, most likely getting a few weird stares from other students passing by.

I don’t really recognize him, neither as another bully or even a student. I’d walk right by him as long as he does the same and not bully me. The thing was that he was smiling at me, as if he was greeting a friend, making him look at him in confusion.

He gave me a small wave. “What’s with that weird look?” He asked me one he finally stood in front of me. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember me.”

“I thought you said you don’t know him,” Bennett told me.

“I don’t,” I said before looking back at the guy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I know it was only a few months ago, but don’t tell me I look that different without the mask.”

“Mask? What ma-” I stopped and my eyes slowly widened.

“Class, we’ll be having a new student today,” the teacher, Ms. Coutts said with a smile. “Her name is Naomi and she just moved here. Everyone, say hello to Naomi.”

“Hi Naomi,” the whole class said in unison.

I smiled a bit, not as nervous as I was just a few minutes ago. Everyone in the class was wearing the school uniform, a blue collared shirt and a khaki shirt. I mean, the boys weren’t wearing a skirt, they were wearing either pants or shorts.

“Naomi, how about you tell us a little about yourself?” She asked me.

I frowned, thinking for a bit before saying, “Um… my favorite color is purple,” I started, glancing at the teacher.

“Go on,” she urged, smiling encouragingly.

“My favorite ice cream flavor is Neapolitan-”

The class suddenly started talking about their own favorite ice cream flavors, but stopped when Ms. Coutts told them to listen to me again.

“I like dogs, I like to read-”

“You like to read?” One kid asked me. “You’re weird. No one likes to read.”

Now the whole class was laughing. I felt my face turned red in embarrassment for being made fun of. Is there something wrong with liking to read? I didn’t know it was weird to like reading.

Once again, the teacher told them to be quiet before turning to me. “Naomi, do you have anything else to tell us?”

I shook my head. I mean, I do, but I don’t want to say it anymore. I don’t want them to laugh at me again.

She nodded then looked around the room. “There’s an open seat for you at table three over, Naomi.” She said as she pointed at a table with three other kids in it.

As I walked to my seat, she started class about fractions. I took off my backpack, a colorful flowery backpack my parents just bought me and had it hang on the back of my seat. When I sat down, I glanced at the other two kids in my table. They were two other boys and another girl at the table. The girl looked nice, wearing a khaki suspenders dress like and pretty pigtails. Before I could talk to her, she sneaked away from our table to a different one, probably to her own friends.

I looked at the other two kids in my table. One of them was the one who made fun of me, making me clench my fists on why I had to sit in the same table as him.

“It’s Naomi right?”

I looked up and saw it was the other boy who asked me that. I nodded a little to answer his question.

“Well, you’ll like it here in class, besides the homework and stuff,” he said brightly. “We have free time, snack time, learning time, circle time, story time-” He stopped and thought about it. “We have a lot of time.”

He kept on talking about class. He was either trying to act really smart or making me feel better, I don’t know which. I looked at the other boy, who was drawing doodles on his classwork, probably bored with the class.

“That’s Raymond,” the kid told me.

“It’s Ray,” he muttered as he kept on drawing.

“Yeah, Ray,” he said before looking at me. “I know he was mean to you but-”

Ray or Raymond suddenly punched the guy on his shoulder who ignored it, making me think it didn’t hurt that much and didn’t mean for it to hurt. It still surprised me on how he would just do that.

“Well you were,” he argued before continuing. “But he didn’t mean to. He was just trying to me funny. So don’t worry because he’s my best friend, okay?” He asked with a big smile.

I nodded. “Okay… You’re nice.”

His smile got bigger. “Yeah, not like Raym- Ray, huh?” He got a glare from Raymond because of that.

“What’s your name?” I asked him.

He blinked. “Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you.” He held his hand out to me, probably wanting to shake hands with me. “My name is-“

“Dominic?”

End of Book One

And that kids… is how I met you mother.

Nah, I’m just kidding.

And that kids… is how you end a book.

But wait, wait, wait… Did I just end the book at a CLIFFHANGER? Man, I wanted to write that for so LONG wow! Oh c’mon you guys, you know how much I LOVE cliffhangers and how much I LOVE to mess with you. It’s a hobby I’ve grown fond of. Though I’m kind of annoyed the last chapter is Chapter 69, like of all of the numbers it can be, why that? I seriously tried to add a chapter, but I didn’t know what to write so yup…

After tricking you guys so many times and pulling fast ones on you, I had to put “End of Book One” to really tell you guys I’m dead serious of this. But let’s study that line. End of Book One, ONE, O-N-E...

YES THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL!

Originally I wanted it to be just one book, given the original title was just TGGBB. When I realized the book is too long, I knew I had to make a second book, I put in “The Good, The Bad, and The Bullied”. But think about it, we’re barely in the first semester. First book is first semester, second book will be… Class, say it with me…

Second semester! Yay, good job, gold stars for everyone. Good job for those who figure out and will comment "I called it" or "I knew it" and thank you for those who don't, I kinda wanted it to be a surprise, even if I somehow gave it away.

But don’t think I’ll start posting the book just like that (Snaps fingers). I need a break you guys. It took me about two, three years to make this book and it kinda sucked the life out of me. I have lots of other projects I want to do first as well as finishing my other books I put on hold for this book. But I'll be talking about that later.

Yes later, I'm not going to just ABANDON you guys. For Pete’s sake, I wrote as many funny things into this last chapter just so you won’t be sad. Anyway, I’ll leave you a parting gift. Just wait for something tomorrow night, Pacific Time Zone, you guys will LOVE it.

I want to dedicate this chapter, and this whole book (right beside to all of the nerds out there as I had originally dedicate it to) to my awesome friend Shawmi both in the Wattpad life and the real life. She’s been reading my books since I started Wattpad, and been reading TGGBB from the start. Shamu, I love you, you mean the world to me, thank you so much for your support and hilarious comments, I’m giving you a big hug when I see you.

Just to make you smile, here's the first cover I  made for this book to bring out the memories. If you really HAVE been here from the start, you'd remember it. Comment if you do. 

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